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Charlotte Bront'S Grave.

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All overgrown by cunning moss,     All interspersed with weed,     The little cage of 'Currer Bell,'     In quiet Haworth laid.     This bird, observing others,     When frosts too sharp became,     Retire to other latitudes,     Quietly did the same,     But differed in returning;     Since Yorkshire hills are green,     Yet not in all the nests I meet     Can nightingale be seen.     Gathered from many wanderings,     Gethsemane can tell     Through what transporting anguish     She reached the asphodel!     Soft fall the sounds of Eden     Upon her puzzled ear;     Oh, what an afternoon for heaven,     When 'Bront' entered there!

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